Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Oneida,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.